| In the fog over the hedges, there are drawn up the knights of the plains | |
| In the dark behind you, there are hidden presences full of pains | |
| Closed in by the roaming chants, you feel a shiver along your back | |
| Your misted over eyes don�t see, your cold hand doesn�t touch me.. | |
| You walk between the ruins and they watch to you, but you can�t reach exile�s violet rooms, your misted over eyes don�t see | |
| It�s not dream, it�s not a gloomy fairy tale | |
| Don�t you feel the fear in the boundaries of the place? | |
| Don�t you see around me the doors are opening? | |
| The pages of reality are confusing | |
| You�re blind and deaf when the spring sun is blurring! | |
| Can�t you realize how much is fast your beat? | |
| When the Moon shows the sacred way, you feel a strange vibration in your faith | |
| You go all over the streets near steps without sound | |
| But the echo of their prayers doesn�t come from the ground! | |
| Under the bed, where sleeps your heart, malicious nightmares whisper and then, they go up toward your opened mouth, sliding slowly inside your veins... your veins! | |
| Passing through your indifferent body, I cross your sleeping soul in the book which constantly changes in my hands | |
| I observe far from the sky to Earth... to Earth... to Earth! | |
| If my arm grazes the gravestone, the leap bring me over the perishing form | |
| Smart cypresses, whispered truth, spoken at midnight, flickering lights | |
| A Pagan vision in my horizon, the hoarfrost expands in my bones | |
| Liquorous sensations, still blood, delicate sounds.. | |
| Things you don�t... see! | |
| Over adders� dens, in North of the glade | |
| They have offered me the scepter of their Reign | |
| Take my hand, I�ve something to show you | |
| Come to the Oracle on the tunes of my flute | |
| The ivy grows on the walls where they rest | |
| Bleak is my world you can�t understand | |
| Narrow the path where I stay, your forbidden and steep way | |
| Things you don�t see, the things you don�t see | |
| Mysterious pulsating and vigorous attraction | |
| Anchors me to.. the things you don�t see | |
| Anchors me to the flesh and every my action | |
| Things you don�t see! |
| In the fog over the hedges, there are drawn up the knights of the plains | |
| In the dark behind you, there are hidden presences full of pains | |
| Closed in by the roaming chants, you feel a shiver along your back | |
| Your misted over eyes don t see, your cold hand doesn t touch me.. | |
| You walk between the ruins and they watch to you, but you can t reach exile s violet rooms, your misted over eyes don t see | |
| It s not dream, it s not a gloomy fairy tale | |
| Don t you feel the fear in the boundaries of the place? | |
| Don t you see around me the doors are opening? | |
| The pages of reality are confusing | |
| You re blind and deaf when the spring sun is blurring! | |
| Can t you realize how much is fast your beat? | |
| When the Moon shows the sacred way, you feel a strange vibration in your faith | |
| You go all over the streets near steps without sound | |
| But the echo of their prayers doesn t come from the ground! | |
| Under the bed, where sleeps your heart, malicious nightmares whisper and then, they go up toward your opened mouth, sliding slowly inside your veins... your veins! | |
| Passing through your indifferent body, I cross your sleeping soul in the book which constantly changes in my hands | |
| I observe far from the sky to Earth... to Earth... to Earth! | |
| If my arm grazes the gravestone, the leap bring me over the perishing form | |
| Smart cypresses, whispered truth, spoken at midnight, flickering lights | |
| A Pagan vision in my horizon, the hoarfrost expands in my bones | |
| Liquorous sensations, still blood, delicate sounds.. | |
| Things you don t... see! | |
| Over adders dens, in North of the glade | |
| They have offered me the scepter of their Reign | |
| Take my hand, I ve something to show you | |
| Come to the Oracle on the tunes of my flute | |
| The ivy grows on the walls where they rest | |
| Bleak is my world you can t understand | |
| Narrow the path where I stay, your forbidden and steep way | |
| Things you don t see, the things you don t see | |
| Mysterious pulsating and vigorous attraction | |
| Anchors me to.. the things you don t see | |
| Anchors me to the flesh and every my action | |
| Things you don t see! |
| In the fog over the hedges, there are drawn up the knights of the plains | |
| In the dark behind you, there are hidden presences full of pains | |
| Closed in by the roaming chants, you feel a shiver along your back | |
| Your misted over eyes don t see, your cold hand doesn t touch me.. | |
| You walk between the ruins and they watch to you, but you can t reach exile s violet rooms, your misted over eyes don t see | |
| It s not dream, it s not a gloomy fairy tale | |
| Don t you feel the fear in the boundaries of the place? | |
| Don t you see around me the doors are opening? | |
| The pages of reality are confusing | |
| You re blind and deaf when the spring sun is blurring! | |
| Can t you realize how much is fast your beat? | |
| When the Moon shows the sacred way, you feel a strange vibration in your faith | |
| You go all over the streets near steps without sound | |
| But the echo of their prayers doesn t come from the ground! | |
| Under the bed, where sleeps your heart, malicious nightmares whisper and then, they go up toward your opened mouth, sliding slowly inside your veins... your veins! | |
| Passing through your indifferent body, I cross your sleeping soul in the book which constantly changes in my hands | |
| I observe far from the sky to Earth... to Earth... to Earth! | |
| If my arm grazes the gravestone, the leap bring me over the perishing form | |
| Smart cypresses, whispered truth, spoken at midnight, flickering lights | |
| A Pagan vision in my horizon, the hoarfrost expands in my bones | |
| Liquorous sensations, still blood, delicate sounds.. | |
| Things you don t... see! | |
| Over adders dens, in North of the glade | |
| They have offered me the scepter of their Reign | |
| Take my hand, I ve something to show you | |
| Come to the Oracle on the tunes of my flute | |
| The ivy grows on the walls where they rest | |
| Bleak is my world you can t understand | |
| Narrow the path where I stay, your forbidden and steep way | |
| Things you don t see, the things you don t see | |
| Mysterious pulsating and vigorous attraction | |
| Anchors me to.. the things you don t see | |
| Anchors me to the flesh and every my action | |
| Things you don t see! |
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